I ordered a little thing that was introduced last year, known as the Kentucky Jack.
Apparently, as the sign says, it's a taste of the Deep South. I beg to differ. It's not bad, but it does not remind me of anywhere in America specifically. It's just a chicken sandwich.
|True, it's on a ciabatta roll...|
|And it contains some tangy-ish relish in addition to some cheese.|
|Ewan liked his Oreo Krush'ems.|
|If you say so.|
After leaving the home of the Colonel (yeah, right), we headed down through Queen's Arcade to look at some of the shops, and experience the sights, sounds and smells.
|Look at the size of those Bakewells!|
|Blood oranges... yum.|
|I don't know how many years it is since I had a selection of broken biscuits. Awesome.|
|Kangaroo and Crocodile Steaks? In Hastings?!|
|Look at that lovely bit of skirt steak....|
I think that all in all, Queens' Arcade was probably the most fun bit of the day. KFC I might give another chance in a year or two.